CHAPTER 214: CHAPTER 19: THE GOD’S TONGUE IS HEREDITARY

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"Is this about dormitory assignments?" Dojima Gin asked from his office, his finger rhythmically tapping the table. "My allocation plan assigns five people to a single staff villa, and the lists are already finalized, so it’s not very convenient to change them on short notice." The issue was that the staff villas provided in the Totsuki Resort’s back mountains weren’t plentiful enough to accommodate everyone. There were only a few vacant villas. With men living with men and women with women, there was no empty villa available for Renz and Erina to live together.

"Can’t you make an exception?" Erina asked helplessly.

"Yes, Dojima Gin-senpai, have you ever seen married people living separately?" Renz joked, "Erina and I have a stable relationship; we’re not at the point of separation."

"My oversight," Dojima Gin admitted his work error. The problem was that among the many people participating in the winter training, only two were married, and those two were a couple, so he had subconsciously forgotten.

And... they were so young. Dojima Gin suddenly felt a wave of dizziness. He and Erina’s mother, Mana Nakiri, were Totsuki students from the same era. Mana had a daughter. Now, Mana’s daughter, Erina, also had a daughter. This sense of time slipping away left Dojima Gin deeply melancholic.

"Hmm... The director has two private villas here, but as you know, he doesn’t often stay at the Totsuki Resort," Dojima Gin mused. "Perhaps you two can contact him and see if you can stay there."

The Totsuki Resort covered a vast area. Besides the

single-unit staff villas, there were also clusters of resort villas for tourists. Senzaemon Nakiri also owned two villas here. One was a seaside villa, ideally situated for ocean views and moon gazing. The other was in a more secluded part of the resort, a more modest villa that Senzaemon Nakiri frequented. Tourists usually chose to stay in the resort villas within the inner circle of the Totsuki Resort or opted for inns and guesthouses outside the resort. One option was more expensive, the other less so. Both, it was worth noting, were Nakiri family properties.

"Is my grandfather still at the resort?" Erina asked.

"The director should still be here. He’s been free these past few days, staying to oversee your comprehensive test results. He’ll get busy after Christmas," Dojima Gin said, somewhat aware of Senzaemon Nakiri ’s schedule.

Strictly speaking, Dojima Gin was also one of the Nakiri family’s senior executives, managing the Totsuki Resort while also operating his own restaurant on the Gourmet Street. Therefore, Dojima Gin was quite familiar with Senzaemon Nakiri ’s work situation.

"Alright, I’ll go find him," Erina turned, picked up her phone, and prepared to call her grandfather, Senzaemon Nakiri , to ask for his whereabouts. In truth, it wasn’t a major issue; Erina simply wanted a private place for her immediate family.

After hearing her request, Senzaemon Nakiri offered Erina either of his two villas. Erina chose the one with the sea view. "Grandpa doesn’t usually stay in the seaside one, and he usually stays in the other villa, so staying there wouldn’t bother him moving," Erina explained to Renz, knowing Renz didn’t particularly care for seaside villas. Renz always felt they were too extravagant, too "nouveau riche." This time, he felt somewhat compelled. Since the old man didn’t frequently use the seaside villa, they naturally chose that one, so as not to inconvenience Senzaemon Nakiri with moving.

At the beachside of the Totsuki Resort, Renz and Erina moved their luggage into Senzaemon Nakiri ’s seaside villa. It featured a large balcony with a round table, offering distant views of the ocean horizon. Sitting at the table, they could leisurely brew tea and admire the sea view.

The villa’s interior also boasted a dedicated entertainment room with a billiard table, an artificial hot spring, a large kitchen, a refrigerated cold storage for vast amounts of ingredients, and several bedrooms on different floors and orientations. Money truly made life better. As for the house key, they obtained a spare from the resort staff; being the Nakiri family’s Erina-sama, Erina immediately received it.

"Grandpa said he’ll come over later. He wants to chat with you and conveniently take Rina with him," Erina instructed. "Be careful not to say anything wrong."

"Grandpa and I have talked a lot before, and I haven’t said anything wrong," Renz replied. He hadn’t expected Erina’s attitude to be so firm. She insisted on the old man temporarily taking Rina. In reality, while they might be a bit busy during this period, they weren’t so busy that they couldn’t spare any time to care for Rina.

When cooking, they could occasionally play with Rina after finishing a dish, and Hisako Arato could also help.

Perhaps Erina simply didn’t want to waste time caring for Rina at night. Children of that age are prone to wetting the bed and can cry uncontrollably at night, significantly affecting sleep quality.

"You don’t have to worry about Grandpa not taking good care of Rina. We have many maids and nannies in our family," Erina added, seeing Renz was still concerned.

Not long after, Senzaemon Nakiri rushed over, looking a

bit dusty, carrying a plastic bag. The contents were obscured by the white plastic and logo, making them unclear. He entered the villa, shaking his head.

"You two, I don’t even know what to say to you," Senzaemon Nakiri said, giving Renz a meaningful look.

"It hasn’t been long since you had your private time

together, and you’re already so eager? Asking an old man like me to babysit today?" Senzaemon Nakiri grumbled. For Erina and Renz to ask him, an old man, to care for their daughter did he understand? He understood perfectly.

No one understood these young people’s little schemes better than he did. With the child staying here, it wouldn’t be convenient for Renz and Erina, right? They were both very young now, and their affection for each other was particularly strong. As someone who had been through it, how could he not understand this situation?

However, Senzaemon Nakiri hadn’t expected Erina and Renz to already have new ideas. Having a child every year wasn’t good for their health. He absolutely had to say something. Young people who didn’t understand self-control would end up ruining themselves.

"The God’s Tongue... it’s hereditary," Senzaemon Nakiri spoke as if uttering a riddle. He wouldn’t explicitly state it. For a grandfather to explicitly state such things would be incredibly awkward. A word or two, just to give the young couple a heads-up, was sufficient.

"I’ll leave these here," he said. "Rina, I’ll take her and make sure she’s well cared for, but I hope you two also take care of yourselves. The weather’s getting cold, so stay warm." Senzaemon Nakiri patted Renz’s shoulder, and the plastic bag was now in Renz’s hand. "These words, I shouldn’t say too much, nor is it appropriate for me to say them. You two should consider it yourselves and control yourselves."

Huh? Why am I so confused? Renz reached up and scratched his head. While he was still bewildered, Senzaemon Nakiri had already walked out of the room, holding Rina.

"What did Grandpa bring you?" Erina asked, a little curious. Grandpa had said a bunch of strange things, and she was as perplexed as Renz. She reached into the bag. Her hand touched something hard, like an exquisite, rectangular cigarette box.

"Okamoto... 001?" Erina read the words on the packaging.

Her previously calm expression instantly flushed crimson.

"Okamoto brand condoms. The old man is too understanding, and he even got the ultra-thin limited edition, the 001 model with a thickness of 0.01mm!"

Renz said, feeling dizzy. He held up another box of condoms, utterly at a loss for words. His inner spirit of complaining was ignited by the old man’s bewildering behavior. To send this from so far away was truly something else.

"I know I’m physically capable, but I’m not that capable.

Using a box a day would mean at least eight times a day. Is that even a normal human’s physical output?"

Renz thought, That would be an abnormal type of human.

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